In my visions of fear, there’s a man in profile. I know who he is but I can’t remember him. If I’d forgotten him, why is he still there?

A taxi driver and I speak intensely about the weather; we try to remember the first heat wave that unleashed the subsequent heat waves and we peer backward, searching for the year, and we smile at each other in his rearview mirror because neither of us can find it. This will be a repetition, not a memory.

Tedi López Mills, “On How Time Passes, in Consciousness and Outside”, in The Book of Explanations, translated by Robin Myers